>Summer of '75 >by: Chris Knight (Written by Chris Knight, Sam Tate & Annie Tate) >CD: Chris Knight > > >Intro: > > >In the lamp light on Locust Street, with the party far behind > >No sound but the beat of her heart and mine > >The smell of her hair was my first breath, and her lips were my first >kiss > >And my first step was a headlong dive > > >I couldn't keep myself from falling, so she taught me to fly > >And I was born in the summer of '75 > > >In the morning light she wore my coat, and all I wanted to know > >Was she trembling from the feeling or the cold > >As the sleepy small town came to life, I saw the answer in her eyes > >And knew I'd always have her hand to hold > > >Now somethings don't need saying, you just feel 'em deep inside > >The way I felt in the summer of '75 > > >Now all that seems like yesterday, how the time slips away > >The blinding speed will leave you feeling cold > >So when I feel the hands of time tugging at this life of mine > >I reach for the warmest thing to hold > > > > >A light still shines on Locust Street, somewhere back in time > >And I wake up to the beat of her heart and mine > >And I reach out and touch her hair, just to know that she's still there > >And the dream I had is still by my side > > >I might not make church on Sunday, but I thank the Lord each night > >That I was born in the summer of '75 > >Yeah, I was born in the summer of '75 >